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away.
She felt him studying her.
Not like the Wall Street men who looked at waitresses as if they were items on a menu. His stare was tactical. He was assessing her pulse, her fear, her hands, filing her away as either a threat or harmless.
“Pour,” he said at last.
Elena moved to Isabella first.
The elderly woman was not looking at her. She stared through continue reading …
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